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“At least nobody else is going to die
tonight”, Odeon said.
Lonan was already sleeping. Odeon was
envious, he would have liked to be able to fall asleep so easily no
matter what kind of danger was around. He hadn’t sleep a full night
of restful sleep for as long as he could remember. Insomnia was
sneaky, in was hanging on your thoughts, the darkest the better,
crazy memories from part of his childhood he didn’t even remember
were coming to hunt him. Useless memories, terrible memories, happy
memories, they were all mixed together with the new facts and event
happening in his life.
How he wasn’t sleeping, sleep and
dream would have been much sweeter. His sleepless brain was
reformatting his memory everyday creating like a spider web of
confusion. Did this really happened or was it just a new thought just
created yesterday. But he knew that somehow it was his fault. At
first he had decided that he should beat sleep, that he should be
awake at all time to protect his little brothers, that he needed to
guard the nest while they were sleeping to make sure that nothing bad
would happen during the night. But after refusing sleep for a long
time, now it was sleep refusing him. He looked at Lonan fast asleep
in his hammock, he could have left him in the snow, far up north in
Norway when he was still a baby, it would have been so much easier
for him and Torsti to survive alone without a baby crying and getting
hungry and sick. Lonan had been a very sick baby. Odeon wondered if
babies were always like that but probably it was due to the
circumstances. When their parents die, were killed, he had no idea
how to care of a baby and they had to hide. His parents had died to
allow them to fly they couldn’t get caught without betraying their
memory. But Lonan was such a noisy baby. Demon babies can’t cry,
they have three days of never ending tears and when they stop they
are supposed to be out for the run and you were supposed to be safe
taking care of them even if you were a fugitive. But Lonan was
somewhat special, if he needed something, being food, drink, a hug or
whatever, he would yell with a largely open mouth and never stop
yelling until you had figured out what he needed. Lonan had always
been the noisy one, sometimes Odeon thought that it was because he
was young and because he hadn’t been properly raised even though he
had done his best as a parent but some other time he realized that he
had never been that noisy.